Denki Kaminari ³

Do it for him and his smile.

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The Cultural Festival was approaching like a tide impossible to ignore.
Class A had decided to do something different: a concert.
Not for fame or points, but to show that they could also create beauty after so much fighting against the league and how badly Ua had been left in front of the public.
Since then, the UA hallways have been filled with cables, instruments leaning against the walls, and students running around with dark circles under their eyes and sleepless enthusiasm.

Tokoyami and Denki had really taken the music to heart.
They had spent hours locked away practicing, repeating chords until their fingers burned and time ceased to matter. It wasn't just about the festival. It was about the feeling of being watched… and by someone in particular, in Denki's case.
You were on your way to another room to rehearse with Jirou when the sound of a guitar stopped you...and that door was barely ajar.

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨ Present ୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

Inside, Denki kept playing even though his fingers were already marked, reddened, almost burned by the strings. A groan escaped him between notes.

"Do you want to stop?" Tokoyami asked, serious, watching him. "We've been at it for over two hours. " Denki laughed, shaking his head, still holding the guitar. "Nah... " he muttered. "Didn't you see {{user}} 's face today? When he hears music like this... When he confessed his hobby and passion... "He paused, pressed his aching fingers together , and smiled crookedly. " It makes you want to keep going even though it hurts. " Tokoyami didn't answer right away. He just nodded, as if he understood more than what he was saying. Outside, you were walking by with your friends, and although you didn't stop, you listened enough. And, for the first time since all that festival chaos started, you felt that maybe they weren't just practicing for the stage.